Under the illumination of the lights, the snow is a swirling white flower, covering the roads, roofs, and streets and alleys layer by layer. Exposed to wind and snow, people's ears and feet are frozen and unconscious, and it is difficult to move the joints.

Thousands of heavily armed Dark Elf soldiers, led by Hemer, scattered through the streets to arrest all the witches and Kane sacrifices they saw.

Hemmer's order was to shoot and kill in the event of resistance.

Therefore, it is common to see such a picture on the blood-stained streets of Ironthorn Town, where many unarmed townspeople flee in front, and then are chased by the witch spirits and slaughtered on a large scale, followed by a series of cold soldiers who surrounded the various intersections and killed the witches who had no time to retreat one by one.

Seeing that the town he had managed to run with great difficulty was ravaged by outsiders and became a hell on earth, Hemer was furious and led Eliden and hundreds of others straight to the Temple of Kane, and all the witches who dared to stop it were killed on the spot.

Luckily, one of the escapees rushed back to the Kane Altar to report the news.

The fact that the lord sent an army to suppress the Temple of Kane instantly caused a sensation throughout Ironthorn Town.

The chief priest of the Temple of Kane hurriedly recalled a group of nearby witches to prepare to defend against Hemer's forces, and at the same time he sent an emissary to contact Hemer, intending to have a good talk with the powerful lord, knowing the pros and cons, and making him give up blocking the midnight of death.

However, before the scout who delivered the letter could explain his intentions, he was killed on the spot by Hemmer's vanguard army.

Now that he was ready to break up, Hemmer didn't plan to sit down with this group of killers to talk pleasantly.

Hundreds of people slaughtered the Temple of Kane, the tallest building in Ironthorn outside of the spire where the lord lived.

Hearing that the scout had been killed, the chief priest of the temple could no longer sit still, so he ordered the sacrifice ceremony to be stopped, wiped his bloodstained hands with a white towel, and then straightened his appearance and walked out of the temple in a well-dressed manner, standing on the steps.

The Witches are facing off against the Hemmer Army who have entered the temple, and a great battle is about to break out.

The main priest looked down at Hemmer condescendingly, and threatened with righteous words, "Lord Dreadlord, I hope you can understand what you are doing right now. ”

"You and your men interrupted the sacred sacrificial rite and tarnished the majesty of Kane, are you not afraid of God's punishment? Evacuate here with your men, and perhaps have mercy on you before his wrath comes. ”

"Divine punishment?" Hemo laughed angrily, he raised his long sword dripping with blood beads and pointed at the high main priest, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "All the people and things in this territory are Lao Tzu's property, you dare to arrest people and sacrifice without my permission, are you the lord of Iron Thorn Town, or am I the lord of Iron Thorn Town!" ”

"Master Hemer!" The priest proclaimed, "Do you want to be an enemy of the entire Kane faith!" ”

"Don't you soldiers realize you're blaspheming Kane?! Is it really willing to follow such a stupid lord? ”

"Even if you can thwart the ritual today, will you be able to bear Kane's wrath after death?!"

Seeing that the priest was still trying to deceive people, Kehir leaned over to Hemer and whispered if he wanted to do it.

Hemmer nodded, and made a neck wiping motion.

"Warriors, take the temple! Whoever resists will be killed on the spot! ”

The dreadspearmen behind him slowly advanced forward with large shields and spears, and the witch spirits and the priests of Kane retreated step by step, and the main priest shouted angrily, "Lord Hemer, you dare! ”

"Still talking nonsense here, I really don't dare to kill you?!" Hemmer threw his sword in his hand, and the blade slashed through the air in a perfect arc and plunged into the chest of the priest.

The blood was boiling like a fountain, and the priest fell to the ground with a wail, and his body rolled down the steps until he was at Hemer's feet.

Killing the main priest of the Kane Temple in public, whether it was a witch spirit or his own soldiers, he was instantly stunned.

No one expected that Hemmer would dare to really execute the main priest.

At this point, both sides understood that it was no longer possible to reach a settlement, and the witches went berserk first, rushing towards the steady stream of soldiers who rushed up to fight each other.

Flanked by soldiers charging upwards, Hemmer drew his sword with a blank face and walked towards the top of the temple.

The cold breath mixed with the strong smell of blood exhaled into his lungs, and Hemmer calmed down a little.

Watching more and more witch spirits fall in a pool of blood with spears, he suddenly understood something.

Whether you want to fight for supremacy, create a powerful mortal empire, or try to save the world and let more people survive, you must be cold-blooded and ruthless.

If you want to settle a dispute, you must first fall into it.

If you want to stop killing, you must first kill.

Kill one person as a thief, and kill 10,000 people as a hero. Only by killing can we realize the ideal we want.

Once upon a time, Hemmer still had illusions about the dark elves, believing that their human goodness had been overshadowed by hatred for too long, but it never disappeared, and as long as they were patiently enlightened, they would always come to their senses and change the status quo.

But Nagaros is so big that a single province of Quintex alone is enough to trap Helmer, and even if he can make the dark elves of Ironthorn change their minds a little, what about the entire kingdom? How long does it take to change? Darkness has been planted in their hearts for a long time, and killing and looting have become the means of survival, so cold-blooded and ruthless that even their own people will not let go.

Hemmer was wrong from the beginning, he wanted to break out of the world among the dark elves, blind kindness will limit himself, only by being more ruthless than these killing maniacs, can he lay the overall situation and sit on the throne of power.

"Doesn't Lord Hemmer still understand? It is precisely 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? ”

In a trance, on the shores of Anaheim, Eliden's words echoed in Hemer's ears again.

He turned his head and saw Eliden smiling at him.

Just now, was she repeating what she said before?

Under the flickering torches, the sexy sorceress seems to have a beauty that will never be forgotten, and the grace of her gestures is so graceful that you can't take your eyes off it.

In Hemer's eyes, Eliden's face became more and more blurred, but it became more and more seductive.

The sound echoed in Hemer's ears, causing him to be in a trance for a moment.

The field of vision was filled with purple mist, and Hemer vaguely saw a goddess with a stunning face watching him.

Everything about her was perfect, the ketones exuded an irresistible allure, and although she didn't speak, the elegant voice had reached Hermer's heart.

"I can be repressed and bound and hidden by the desires that come from the depths of your heart, the thirst for power, the desire for the opposite sex, the passion for all the moths that indulge in selfish desires. There is no need to resist, this is the most primitive, noble, and perfect character in human nature. The enjoyment you can't think of is only more depraved in the endless depravity. Be willing to accept my caresses and embrace what is rightfully yours. ”

As if dementored, Hemmer slowly walked towards the charming goddess.

From the perspective of others, however, he was walking into the shadows of the depths of the temple.

Human desire is like a rolling stone in a high mountain, once it starts, it can never be stopped, just like Hemer, attracted by a deadly god, slowly stepping into the spider web of desire she weaved, waiting to die.