Carrying the Excalibur given by Radlily, Hemmer walked into the mist in the direction he came, unconsciously recalling the scene he had just experienced, as if in a dream.

Even though he could clearly feel the weight of the light, there was still a sense of unreality.

Shamefully, he believed that Radlily's original intention was purely to use the other party to suppress the chaos and corruption in the territory, and there was no personal belief in the slightest.

To put it bluntly, I treat Radlily as a tool god, but I didn't expect her to be so interesting and have been helping openly and secretly.

He has suppressed three towns of corrosion, then instructed Esarion to teach himself, and now he has given him an artifact.

Seriously, even if Radlily directly told Hemmer that she was Lilith now, Hemmer would accept it calmly, and then kneel and lick the lake with the Grail Knights to wash her feet.

After all, the elven gods that exist today are all wonderful, take the highest status of the Heavenly Father Asuyan and the bloody hand Kane in the belief of Asur and Duruzzi, Asuyan took the lead in losing contact and was not in the signal server area all year round; Kane is even more heavyweight, and he is the best charisma for elves when he is not alive.

Facing these two Wolong and Phoenix Chicks, Radlily, who actively cares for the mortal world, is simply a clear stream, and there is nothing to say.

Hemmer has now made up his mind about messing with Radlily, and he doesn't waver.

But his mind caused Ez's ridicule.

"Fools are stupid not because they are stupid, but because they choose to turn a blind eye, to hear but not to hear, to comfort themselves, to be wise. Hemer, you're a smart man, when did your ideas become so naïve? ”

"You know why Radlily gave you Excalibur. It seems that you picked up her sword, but in fact you became the sword in her hand. At the end of the day, it's just... Servant. ”

"Shut up."

Hemmer gave him a blank look, too lazy to bother with Ez.

After spending a long time together, Hemmer discovers that Ez's situation is complicated, and she doesn't seem to be completely parasitic on herself.

It was as if his body was just a transit station, and Ez, who was in the Chaos Demon Domain, could descend to the mortal world by occupying his body with his permission. Most of the time, this demon has been fighting for Slaanesh in the Demon Realm, and now it comes out to talk about it, just because it was stimulated by Radlily. Hemmer didn't want to bird her at all.

But Ez was in a hurry, and seeing that Hemmer ignored herself, she thought for a moment, and once again said in a charming tone full of demagogy to the young man's ear: "Hemmer, do you want an artifact?" As long as you open Chrysostom, I will send it to you immediately. ”

Helmer: ???

What a day it is today. Why does anyone want to give their own artifact?

"It's really a rotten cabbage on the street, just pick it up. What kind of artifact can you take out as a big demon, hurry up and go to the Chaos Demon Domain to wander, don't bother me. ”

"I'm not kidding, I really have an artifact for you."

"I'm not kidding you, hurry up."

Ez: ....

This rude stupid ass!

Can't talk anymore, pull the brakes!

Seeing that the demon was silent again, Hermer raised his eyebrows and whistled happily.

In fact, even if Ez had an artifact, he wouldn't dare to ask for it, and if he dared to touch the things of Slaane, it would really be a death if he tried it.

Returning to the prison with a dark-faced Esarion, Hemmer sat cross-legged on the steel bed, placing his sword across his lap and examining it closely.

During this period, Jalil, Genevieve and Joseph came to the door, and when they saw the artifact in Hemer's hand, they immediately realized that this heavy sword was not simple.

After learning what had happened from Hemer, the small cell exploded.

"Good boy, God gives weapons, this is not many in our Arabi, Hemer, you have made a fortune!" Jalil was shocked, "Show me." ”

"No."

Hemmer generously handed out the heavy sword, and Jalil held the sword as if it were a treasure, his eyes shining with praise.

When it comes to forging weapons, dwarves are connoisseurs.

Joseph took the light reality and drew a deep mark on the wall, nodded very full-fledged, and then looked back and forth at Excalibur.

"My God, look at this material, this hardness is indestructible, this sword is as thin as a cicada's wings, this workmanship is rare in the world, this chest... Well, wait? Why is the hilt of a woman on the hilt? Why doesn't she get dressed? ”

Joseph was numb, he really didn't understand the aesthetics of the elven gods.

Hemmer laughed awkwardly for a long time, unable to make an evaluation.

Genevieve looked melancholy, she held her chin with her hands, and sighed with a long breath: "Although the shape is a bit obscene, it is an artifact in the end." Speaking of which, I also believe in the goddess Verena, why didn't she give me an artifact, is it because the time has not yet come? ”

"You blood-drinkers also believe in God?" Jalil scratched his head, surprised.

"Of course. Not all vampires like to drink blood, like me, at Aurora, I spent thirty years learning from my teacher how to control my bloodlust, and now I only need a few drops of blood to survive for a long time. ”

"Isn't that still going to drink human blood like a mosquito? There is no such thing as a vampire who is not bloodthirsty," muttered Joseph, who was holding a bottle of beer.

Genevieve blushed when she was exposed, and argued, "Just drinking a little bit can't be considered a hobby.... Bloodthirsty! ...... How can the noble things of midnight be compared with mosquitoes? One after another, there were difficult words, such as "mysterious blood dragon knights", what "imperial dragon blood can satisfy blood hunger", etc., which caused the three inmates to laugh loudly, and the cell was suddenly filled with happy air.

...

At that moment, something big happened in the New World: the invasion frenzy of the nezumi was coming.

All the power territories in the New World have been plagued by rats of varying degrees, even Nagarus, ruled by the Witch King.

The bitter cold wind whistled through the snow, and the entire Nagalond building was cold and grandiose, the dark clouds gathered above, the rolling darkness burst from the volcano, and the lightning and thunder made the world white and black, shrouded in a deep blue haze. Black pterosaurs and manticores hovered high in the sky, but all that fell was icy daylight and their shadows. Under the black tower, the strong ascended to the top, and the weak spilled blood, accompanied by the occasional creepy scream, forming a gloomy scene in the dark elf capital.

Life here is like bursting magma Mars, shining brightly, and the moment it lands, it condenses into cold rocks.

The barren world is apocalyptic.

Due to Nagaros' proximity to the far north, most of the time is twilight, especially in winter, when the sun can only be seen.

Between the raised obsidian peaks and lava rivers, daylight falls like a veil from the sky to the earth, spreading across the undulating, rugged ground.

The chaotic earth was covered in scars, like huge scars and wounds, and from time to time the crimson of magma flashed on it.

The sky of Nagalos is forever mottled, like a bucket of paint that has been accidentally kicked over, from which all kinds of pigments pour out and come together, all kinds of mottled but all cold tones.

The Witch King Malekith stood on a high hill and stared at his kingdom as he faced the sword-like wind.

Today, Nagalus has many enemies, the Chaos Wasteland in the north is being wreaked havoc in the south, while the wood elves in the center have not been cleared, and the relationship with the lizardmen in the south is gradually deteriorating, coupled with the never-ending war with the High Elves in the vast ocean.

The dark elves are under siege on all sides, and their situation is becoming more and more difficult.

Ironically, as the son of the original Phoenix Kings Aenario and Moras, the King of Nagareth, and the true Chosen One, Marekis was supposed to sit on the throne of the Phoenix King and use his shrewdness to guide the elves. But now, as the Witch King, he commands the dark elves who are hungry for revenge to survive in this barren land.

His reckless actions in the past caused his body to be burned by the Asuyan Holy Fire, and he had to wear a close-fitting armor called Midnight to continue his life, and his once high-spirited appearance had also disappeared with the wind, but the scarlet pupils still emitted a chilling cold light.

After going through too many bad things, now Malekis only cares about one thing, the throne, the throne, or the special Phoenix throne.

Marekis was always thinking about regaining his birthright to become the Phoenix King, but the increasingly frequent Chaos invasions from the north left him with no strength and could only be stationed at the front line of Nagarond.

But even with him in charge, the Dark Elves still have a lot of strongholds in the north. The offensive of the Yankees has even threatened the city of Hal Gonci.

To make matters worse, the rats in the south were not content to build their underground kingdoms in the Lustrian rainforest alone, and some of the great clans began to expand their power north, with Nagaros bearing the brunt of the battle.

The day before, a rat-man general from the Grinning Clan, Trith Feartail, dug a tunnel and appeared directly near the port of Karond-Karl on the eastern coast of Nagaros, and burned the pillars of Hotek, which defended the city, and plundered a large number of people and wealth.

The Grinning Clan is not among the four most influential clans, but it is one of the richest nezumi clans, and is a fierce rival to the four major clans, the Limedell Clan, the notorious Rat Clan known for its large black-furred assault rat troops, which are growing in strength by occupying a dimensional stone mine.

Their warlord, Trith Feartail, is also a legend of great fame.

Scamwin is known for his treacherous and cunning, and Trites is notorious for his cunning even in the rat world. What's more, Trites' luck is incredible.

For example, a gun that can hold six rounds has only one bullet, and if you dare to shoot yourself in the temple, you will be paid handsomely.

It's a normal person who hesitates.

And Trites will directly open his claws and arrogantly ask for four more seeds.

It's just that I'm so confident in my luck.

The invasion of the Grinning Clan was a major headache for the Witch King, who once again delayed his plan to attack the island of Osun.