Standing in front of Eliden, the Great Demon of Slaanesh was tall and well-dressed. Her eyes were violet, deep and beautiful, and her long, silky hair of the same color gathered the brightest light in the starry sky, unrealistically beautiful.

All the rat men and Bretonnian soldiers who saw her face looked at her with obsessive eyes, lost consciousness, and willingly fell to the ground and stretched out their butcher knives to their comrades who were fighting side by side.

"Pain, killing, blood, blooming like flowers on the other side, it's so beautiful, isn't it?"

With little to spare, with just a charming look, Ez controlled hundreds of fanatical minions to clear the way for him.

There is another accident on the battlefield.

The appearance of the demon of Slaanesh terrified both armies, and no one dared to approach Ez, as if it were a forbidden area for life.

As a result, there is a strange phenomenon on the battlefield, even the most red-eyed warriors will try to avoid one direction.

Behind Ez, witnessing the thousands of troops avoiding the white robes, and the originally dangerous breakthrough became such a child's play, Eliden could only follow the footsteps of the Great Demon Land in a trance, stepping over a broken corpse, she looked over, and found that even if these corpses died, they were still with a satisfied smile.

Ez walked gracefully through the crowd, his blade passing by and his head rolling.

In less than two hours, a man and a demon walked out of the battlefield, and it was not until in the forest hundreds of meters behind the rat army that Ez disappeared into the fog with a little regret.

Hemmer regained control of his body and changed back to his own form, his pale face falling to his knees weakly, the discomfort and emptiness gushing from the depths of his body that made him feel sick.

"The feeling of being possessed by a demon... It's hard to put into words. ”

He wiped his face, cleared his mind a little, and then turned his head to Eliden, "Has anything changed in me?" ”

The sorceress crouched in front of him, carefully examined Hemer's face, and saw that it did not show any demonic features, and smiled with relief, "Except for the white bangs that appear a little purple, fortunately, Lord Hemmer is still just as good-looking." ”

"Hair?" Hemmer rubbed his bangs and pondered that the use of demonic power would inevitably lead to a backlash from Slaanesh, most notably an increasingly ugly appearance.

Is it just that the bangs of your hair are partially dyed purple?

Despite his doubts, Hemmer was relieved by the joy of escaping, and with Eliden's help he stood up, and the two slowly walked through the forest to the beach.

Wrapped in the breath of water, the sea breeze swept the embarrassed cheeks of the two, and the tide rose and fell over the corpses of hundreds of clan rats on the shoreline, dyeing the sea bloody.

Several patrolling swordsmen saw Hemmer and Eliden from afar, and hurried to bring them to Notea.

It turned out that not long ago, the remnants of the army led by Notia did not go deep into Boroder, but quietly turned back to the coast, joined up with the first mate Vischi and the army hiding in the cabin, killed and wounded most of the hundreds of nezumi who followed behind, and then stayed here to wait for Hemer's return.

During this time, they carried out more than 20,000 gold pews and the rest of the booty that the nezumi had plundered from the Duchy of Estaria.

"Can these ships be of our use?" Hemmer asked Notia, who thought for a moment and responded, "I'm afraid not, my lord." The Skaven Ratsmen's ships are too dilapidated, and there are many dangerous areas and equipment on them, which can easily injure their own people, so it is best not to use them. ”

"Okay. Then blow them all up. He was stabbed in the back by Crookshak and almost died on the battlefield, Hemer held his breath, and heard Nodia say that these warships could not be used, so he simply blew them all up, cutting off the back road of the rats.

As for how Crookshak survived in the land of the Bretonnians after that, that was none of his business.

At Hemmer's orders, hundreds of Dark Elf soldiers sprang into action, dousing grease on the nezumen's ships, planting gunpowder, and then setting the ship on fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

Explosions followed, yellow dust rolled in the thin air, the twilight sky turned pink with firelight, and even the puffy clouds looked like flowing magma.

The terrifying explosion bronzed the cheeks of the dark elves, and the swift wind shook Hemmer's robes, his white hair dancing messily.

It was blown up into a nezumi ship, and it finally let out a bad breath.

Hemmer waved his hand, "All of us board the ship and set off for Shattered Moon Harbor." ”

Many soldiers happily carried the gold coin box to board the ship, and the first mate Weischi commanded the sailors to pull up the anchor and shouted at the surrounding auxiliary ships, "Yang Fan, set sail!" ”

More than a dozen Norscan wolf ships turned their bows and slowly sailed away from the shoreline, leaving the rat men and the Bretonnian far behind.

In the days leading up to the voyage, Hemmer locked himself in the captain's room for retribution, blaming himself for his cleverness this time, almost costing everyone their lives, and Eliden would be silently by his side.

After living and dying together on the battlefield this time, the relationship between the two has become closer, but there has always been a thin veil, Eliden did not say anything, and Hermer did not take the initiative to break it.

...

A few days later, in the early morning, the Manor of the Lord of Ironthorn.

Kehir put on his armor and walked out of his private office.

Half an hour ago, a patrolling High Elf Auxiliaries came to report that something was going on in the DC area that needed to be dealt with. Right now, most of the garrisons in Ironthorn Town have followed the lord to Shattered Moon Harbor, and there are very few garrisons, and Kehir has been entrusted with a heavy task by Hemer, so he naturally doesn't want any trouble during this period, so he decided to go to DC District to have a look.

DC District is a newly expanded part of Ironthorn Town, inhabited by High Elves and Human Artisans. The composition of Anaheim, where the people looted from the swamp town and the slaves who were freed from the mines lived, was extremely complex.

Except for the Lizardmen Spirit Realm tribe that they actively joined, both of these tribes were raided, but Hemmer did not treat them as lowly slaves, and certainly did not treat them as normal as ordinary Truuzie townspeople.

Therefore, the positioning of this group of people has always been a gray issue in Hemer's territory.

When something went wrong over there, Khir didn't slack off, and gathered a few trusted guards to ride the dark steed into the DC area.

What made him suspicious was that there were no people in the surrounding neighborhoods, and it seemed a little bleak.

Occasionally, I saw a few High Elves, who also stared at them strangely, and then quickly ran away.

"Maybe it's morning, they're all sleeping." Kehir thought to himself, and continued to lead the people through the empty streets, quiet all around, and only the sound of horses' hooves could be heard.

Gradually, the silence along the way gave everyone a bad feeling, until they saw the corpse of the first Truuzzi soldier.

The perceptive Kohir reacted immediately and realized the danger.

"Not good! Withdraw! ”

Before the words had fallen, suddenly, from all sides of the street, countless thugs of High Elves and Humans poured out, armed with all kinds of sharp weapons and sticks, and surrounded the Khir people in the middle of the street, smiling maliciously.

Sitting down, the horse was frightened and almost rolled over, Kehir tightened the reins, and at the same time drew his long sword to intimidate everyone: "What do you want to do?!" ”

A High Elf slowly emerged from the mob, Asellock, who had been the captain of the Anaheim garrison and was now the leader of the mob.

He held a sharp mine manuscript in his hand, stared at Kehir and the others on horseback viciously, and suddenly, he turned his head and laughed insolently, "Brothers, what are we going to do?" ”

"Tell him what we want?!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The surrounding thugs were furious and raised their weapons in response.

Kehir smiled sympathetically at Asellock, but still calmly asked loudly, "You want to rebel?" Your lord treats you well, so do you repay him like this? ”

"Jokes." Asellock gritted his teeth and said: "A thousand-year-old blood feud is not shared. Do we need to thank a vile and cruel Lord of Fear? Dream on! ”

"Is it a favor for wolves to keep sheep in captivity? He just wants to slowly lecture us and turn us into his obedient dogs, just like you Duruzi brutes who don't know what emotions are! ”

"He has always been self-righteous, but he doesn't understand that what we really want is freedom!"

"Free!!"

Thousands of thugs roared to the sky, staring bloodthirsty at Kehir and the others like wolves.

"Kill them! Then follow me to burn this lair of unjust slavery and evil!! Asherok exhaled as he lifted his arms and raised his arms.

The thugs rushed ferociously into the middle of the street, and there were only a few people in Khir.

Even if these thugs didn't even have decent armor and armor, their fists were no match for four hands, and the guards beside them fell one after another, and Kehir gradually ran out of strength.

After slashing several thugs in quick succession, Khir lost the strength to swing his sword, and he stabbed a human craftsman in the heart with his sword, kicking it away, only to be stabbed in the back, and his body staggered and fell forward.

"Lord Hermer... I tried my best. ”

Kehir looked up, his vision filled with the hideous smiles of the mob, and he let out a final sigh of reluctance, and then was overwhelmed by the sea of people rushing up...

Half an hour later, the entire town of Iron Thorn was in turmoil.

Standing on the spire of the tower, Asellock shouted freedom to the thugs gathering below, and then led the men into the spontaneous defenses of the Ironthorn townspeople in the central city.

...

When Helmer's fleet arrived at Shattered Moon Harbor, before his tense nerves could be soothed, he heard a dusty herald report of a rebellion in Ironthorn.

Hearing the news, Hemmer thought he had misheard.

He has been in business for the longest time in Iron Thorn Town, and he thinks that his people are stable, how can he rebel.

The generals behind him were equally stunned.

Ironthorn is the stronghold of Helmer, with Khill in charge, and it stands to reason that it is the most stable.

At this moment, even if the herald was talking about the Lost Gate rebellion, everyone would not be so shocked.

But only the rebellion of Iron Thorn Town, these words hit everyone's lifeblood.

"What did you say?" Hemmer chuckled, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!" ”

"My lord, it's true... Iron Thorn Town.... There's a rebellion in Ironsphorn! The herald traveled for several days and nights, and he didn't have time to drink a sip of water, and his speech was intermittent, but his frightened look made everyone laugh.

"Those High Elves colluded with humans to kill Lord Khir and slaughter in Ironthorn."

"The townsfolk have organized a rebellion, and the situation is in danger, my lord!"

Rumble!!

There was a thunderstorm on the ground, the tense nerves of the past few days were completely broken, Hemer's ears were buzzing, his vision became blurred, he was unsteady on his feet, and it was Eliden who helped him.

Hemmer was held in Elaidon's arms, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the herald, and asked in a hoarse and surprised voice, "What did you say?" Kehir he... He's dead? ”

"Yes, sir. Lord Kehir was killed..."

"By what!" Everyone present could tell that Hurmer was in a thunderous rage.

The herald stubbornly pleaded, "Lord Kirhill, the mob dismembered the corpses, and the heads were nailed to the towers in DC..."

Hemmer was in shock, and didn't even have time to feel hurt.

There are no legendary generals under him, Kehir was promoted by him from the soldiers, just a normal fear spearman attribute, not even a lord, but the first cronies to follow him around to fight.

To be honest, Khill's status in Hemer's heart is even greater than Eliden before he went to sea.

He may not have any outstanding abilities, but he is loyal to himself, and it is difficult to have such a subordinate in the world of Duruszi. The thought of Khill's death made Hemmer's heart ache.

"Dead... The defenders are dead. The herald's eyes were red, and his low choked voice tugged at the heartstrings of everyone present.

"Why...," Hemmer muttered blankly, "why did you do this to me?" ”

Wasn't the treatment he gave to both tribes good enough?

If it were for any of the fear lords, he would have treated them as pigs and dogs as beasts, and he treated them like this, but in exchange for betrayal?

It was his own kindness that caused Kehir's death.

As if someone had been stabbed in the heart, Hemmer closed his eyes tightly to suppress his grief, but his legs still fell into Eliden's arms as if he had lost his strength.

The crowd looked at Hemmer worriedly.

Time passes silently in the sea breeze.

Finally, Hemmer whispered: "This revenge will not be avenged, and the oath will not be human!" Aren't they unwilling to accept my mercy, then kill, kill until they are afraid, kill them until they are afraid, kill them until they kneel and beg for mercy, begging to be slaves who are inferior to pigs and dogs..."

Since those hateful High Elves are unwilling to accept his ideals, let us pave the way for his ideals with flesh and blood.

Stabbed in the back by his own people, Hemmer made a decision in guilt and anger to salute Kane with blood.

The generals were filled with righteous indignation and expressed their willingness to serve as pioneers.

Hemmer gently pushed Eliden's hand away and stood up, this time, he was going to do it himself.

After the lord's order, the elite Dawn and Dusk Mist Guards and Lizardman Skinkling warriors quickly gathered and rushed to Iron Thorn Town to quell the rebellion.