Located in the eastern part of the province of Quintex, Broken Moon Harbor was the largest port city in the south of Nagarus when Anaheim was still under the control of Nagareth, with a permanent population of tens of thousands, and a total of more people with the Dark Elf navy stationed there and the trade fleets that come and go.

High foot traffic meant a mix of people, and there was a place for everyone from the cruel Truuzzi Dreadlord to the poor old Bretonnian peasant. Of course, the former lives in the lavish Lord's Tower, singing every night, while the latter can only huddle with the rest of the poor fellows in a stinking slave enclosure, waiting for a chance to be bought.

Many races and classes brought many faiths and temples to the table. Among these scattered temples, there are two of the most influential, one dedicated to Kane, the god of the bloody hand, and the other dedicated to Marselan, the lord of the abyss.

After slaughtering half of the local nobles, Hemmer set his sights on Kane's temple.

Wherever there is a temple of Kane, there is the midnight of death.

Now Hemmer can do whatever it takes to achieve his ends, but he still sets a rule for himself in his heart: no one can harm his subjects in any name. Not even in the name of God. All the people who submit to him can only decide whether they live or die, and no one can touch them.

That's Hemer's bottom line.

He would not allow anyone in his realm to be wiped out by the midnight of death.

Anyway, one has already been demolished, so what's the matter?

A few months later, on the basis of the original Kane Temple, the Radlily Temple was erected as a new landmark in Broken Moon Harbor.

Hemmer retains the temple of Marselan, the Lord of the Abyss, the protector of the elves on the sea, whose status in Broken Moon Harbor is conceivable. The demolition of the Temple of Kane has already caused dissatisfaction among the majority, and the demolition of the Temple of Marselan will cause a mutiny.

Therefore, Hemmer ostensibly supported the spread of the Marselan faith in order to divert the attention of the local citizens, and at the same time, secretly, he assassinated the civilians who tried to riot, and at the same time sent Radlily's sacrifice to preach in the city, subtly subtly changing the people's faith.

In just a few months, the entire Shattered Moon Harbor was completely controlled by Hemmer, and his gaze shifted from Quintex mainland to the other side of the sea.

Osune and Bretonnia.

The Notia he sent before was active at sea for nearly a year, plundering many Norscan sailing ships and High Elf merchant ships, although it was not as good as the Black Ark, but it finally had a certain combat power at sea.

After resting for a while in the Broken Moon Harbor, Hemmer couldn't help but be lonely, and planned to go to sea and plunder eastward.

He predetermined two raiding locations.

The kingdom of Tyronrock on the island of Osune, and the Duchy of Carcassonne in Bretonnia.

The price of a High Elf slave is a hundred times that of the old Bato peasant, and the attack is a hundred times more difficult.

Great opportunities always come with great dangers.

A successful raid requires not only a lot of courage, strength, but also a little luck.

Just imagine, the entire Warhammer world knows that High Elf slaves are valuable, and who wouldn't want to make a fortune out of it?

If Hurmer wants to raid the High Elves, he will first have to face the pirates of all races roaming the vast oceans: Norsca, Skaven, undead pirates, and even his own Black Ark pirates.

After dealing with these vicious sea bandits, he will also have to face the most powerful navy in the vast oceans, the High Elf Lothern Triton.

So although there is a lot of interest in robbing the High Elves, Hemmer does not intend to take this risk and instead rob the intended Bretonnia.

After making full preparations, Hemmer took Eliden, Notia and a thousand navies on more than a dozen warships and headed towards the other side of the vast ocean, the Old World.

In Hemmer's impression, the first thing that comes to mind when he mentions Bretonnia is the old peasant who never retreats.

Bretonnia has a ghost known as the Green Knight; The most awesome people in the kingdom are called the Grail Knights, and they are supermen who can receive cannonballs in the face; The goddess of the lake worshipped by the knights is a hot girl who loves to take a wild bath, the vest of the elf goddess Lilith, and the old farmers at the bottom believe in the goddess of mercy Saraiya, but under the oppression of the lords, this belief is somewhat unacceptable.

And then nine out of ten, the capitalists wept when they heard about the tax.

The former Imperial Ambassador to Colony, Macias von Pefordov, commented: "There is a similar system in our Empire. We call this a blackmail for protection money. ”

Bretonnia, where honor and ideals coexisted with medieval chivalry and horrific oppressive policies, had an absurd social atmosphere that was no better, perhaps a little worse, than the law of the jungle society of the dark elves.

Even the most heroic knights may have feared soiling their boots when they step on starving orphaned peasants, but they will still fight to protect the serfs in the event of a Greenskins invasion.

Bretonnia's army consisted of a small number of holy knights, and a large number of poor old peasants, the former would order the latter, whom he had sworn to protect, to rush out and die, and then ride over their corpses to win a glorious victory.

Sounds no different than the Dark Elves using slaves as vanguards. It's just that one is a legal conscription and the other is a coercive order, but the essence is oppression, which is nothing more than a nice excuse.

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Notia is an experienced Black Ark pirate who has been active in the oceans for many years, so knowing a safer route to the Old World can save you a lot of trouble.

Therefore, in the first ten days of the voyage, Hemmer's fleet did not encounter ships of other races.

More than a dozen warships lined up on the calm sea, the first mate stood at the bow of the ship, using a telescope to observe the ocean, a flock of white seabirds swept by, and the occasional murmur of the sea dragon could be heard.

In the cabin of the main ship, in the conference room, everyone sat around.

The presiding Herber smiled, "No inner ghost, let's have some bretonnian jokes." ”

"Bretonnian jokes?" Notia's cunning eyes flashed with golden light, "I know one, or about our Black Ark pirates. ”

"Elaborate." The crowd was interested.

Nodia grinned about an Imperial veteran who was captured by the Darkspirits when he was young, but miraculously escaped and settled in Bretonnia.

One day, his grandson asked him, "Grandpa, what is order?" ”

He replied, "When Grandpa used to be a slave in the Black Ark, those evil dark elves only gave us a piece of meat at each meal, wanting us to divert conflicts through scramble. But we don't eat this set, we make an appointment, today you eat meat, tomorrow I eat meat, so that we don't have to fight and bleed, but everyone can eat meat, this is called order. ”

The grandson said, "Grandpa, I understand what order is. But I still don't understand what meat is. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

"I'll come, I'll come." With a flushed face, Eliden rushed to tell another joke.

Three skeletons shaped like dead wood meet in a wasteland, and the first skeleton introduces himself: "I lived in Sylvania in the Empire, and our lord is a powerful and cunning vampire. ”

The second skeleton said: "I was a native of Nehekhara during my lifetime, and our immortal king is full of wisdom and majesty. ”

The third skeleton shouted, "I'm from Bretonnia, I'm not dead yet!" ”

This time, more than a dozen officers leaned back and fell back with a smile, unable to help themselves.

"It's my turn, it's my turn." Hemmer drooled, laughing without a burden of thought.

It is said that once, passengers of various races took the airship with goods, but they did not expect that just halfway through the flight, the airship began to leak and sink, so the passengers threw unimportant goods down to reduce the weight.

A dark elf dropped the slave from the airship and said, "We have this stuff everywhere in Nagaronde. ”

One of the lizardmen dropped all the dinosaurs he was carrying from the airship and said, "Here we are Rusquia." This stuff is everywhere. ”

A knight from Bretonnia dropped his attendants and peasants from the airship and said, "This thing is everywhere in my territory

Be. As soon as he finished speaking, he was pushed down by King Lauen, who said, "In our Bretonnia, this thing has arrived."

Everywhere. ”

The crowd burst into laughter, and the cabin was filled with cheerful air.